I hear a rhythm as the seasons pass.
Here, it is a slow waltz transitioning into something wilder, freer.
But always underneath, there is the pulsing heartbeat of growth and death.
They partner together, one step forward, two steps back.
Life may seem to come in an explosion of song and greenery.
But careful dancers, cautious dancers will see the steps laid out ahead of time.
Cues of motion and direction written in the smell of soil, in the slight angle of light
I trace their pathway with my pen, my words a poor marker of the grace, of the subtle shifts in balance that surround me.
A perfect heel change-
One partner springs to life, while the other falls back, fading into the ground below.
I, audience and participant, mark my applause with my words.
The new partners emerge, the old recede
If you would like to watch me dance in longer form, I have also written a fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor. It is available here.
